Famine at the Gates Lyrics

In a time before the first storm
When the trees had life and the keep had wealth
Swaying with the breeze
Light, fades, raw

The end did not come
So take all the scraps and the embers
The famine will only take two
For all the fear
For all the torment

Shriek from the crosses, while the blind horses tow
Clutching the veil
To ease the white light

The rally will wait with lances at the gate to the hill

As the pig's body burns, shout the hymns for peace with its god

I'm cutting
I'm biting
I'm stabbing

But you won't leave

I'm cutting
I'm biting
I'm stabbing

But you won't fucking leave
And you just won't die